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• Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.
  -- James Beattie (1735-1803) -- The Minstrel, Book i, Stanza 25...
• Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
  -- James Beattie (1735-1803) -- The Minstrel, Book i, Stanza 1...
• Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave
  And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!...
• He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man. -- James Beattie (1735-1803) -- The Hermi
• To be resign'd when ills betide, Patient when favours are deni'd, And pleas'd with favours given,-- Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's pa
  This is that incense of the heart Whose fragrance smells to heaven....
• And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb. -- James Beattie (1735-1803) -- The Hermi
• Might shake the saintship of an anchorite.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto i, Stanza 11...
• And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Mazeppa, Stanza 10...
• I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing. -- Oliver Goldsmith